Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Complements ❯ The Predator ( Chapter 4 )

 

The Predator

 

There was the brilliant finality. The stunning moment of truth. The plus added to the A of my amazing Dickenson paper. I had it worked out so brilliantly in my mind. Those Wild Nights, these must be one of them. There are times when you aren't quite sure what lurks in the darkness ahead. But I pride myself in being the master of uncertainty.

 

My motions, they were calculated like a panther stalking out its prey. I stood up, pushing the chair into the desk behind me and advanced on him, holding him with my eyes and pressing my advantage. “Have you ever stopped a moment to consider your foolishness, Kurosaki? Do you believe that your charging into battle will always work? Maybe you make yourself believe that your friends will always be there to heal you when you are hurt and that you won't be left alone to lick your own wounds.”

 

I felt the strange but familiar sensation rise in my body, lighting upon all the animalistic parts of my consciousness. When I reached around to loop my thumbs in his belt loops, he flinched as if I had struck him.

 

The words that slipped out of my lips next tumbled out like a poet's drone. “I hope you realize that you will never fit in, Kurosaki. Your unnatural spiritual energy sets you apart from the rest. While the others seek to enrich themselves with knowledge, you are placed in the role of the selfless soldier, determined to protect the people from what they cannot see. And what made you think that you could try to impose a relationship on me? Did you even consider my part in this? I'm flattered,” I lashed out with a harsh laugh, hiding my insecurities, “that you think that I could be that normal.”

 

Perhaps I had been too rough on him but soon the tables turned. Ichigo shoved me away violently and I stumbled back into my desk chair.

 

“You bastard!” he yelled, his eyes furious. “I didn't come here to be picked apart by you! Do you think I'm some kind of masochist; that I like to be shoved around by your gigantic ego? Why did I even bother coming all this way? I knew you'd act like a complete asshole and kick me around!”

 

I could see the spiritual energy radiating off of his body. It was charged with anger and stifling. Bringing a hand to cover my mouth, I tried to gasp in a breath but the air was as violent to me as his words.

 

“You really think that you're so much better than me, Uryuu, is that it? You think that you're some kind of superior and I'm the inferior one? You know, maybe I was right when I first met you,” he spat. “I should have never trusted you in the first place!”

 

I tore my eyes off of his, trying to still my heart and to gasp in a good breath of air. It felt as if my mind had retreated and I was left quivering and cold inside myself, bracing against the storm. What had happened those two times were isolated incidents, not reoccurring themes. I thought about them; I dreamed sometimes about kissing, touching, fucking him. His body had been so firm and strong, making me realize why he was always able to shove me down and pick me up as easily as one would manipulate a puppet. And he had tasted so sweet.

 

My head swam from my lack of breath. He was completely overwhelming.

 

“Kurosaki, please,” I panted, pushing my words against the pressure. “Please, stop this; calm down.”